Our brain is a tree
Tree, my brother, we are the same.
Your brain is your branches and your roots,
You look like an individual
But in the ground, the mycelium
gathers your community.
Tree, my brother, we are the same.
Separated in appearance but connected in depth.
An evil pixie has cut our brains in…
Listen to the pure stream in you
This voice like a stream of pure water,
So transparent that it flows unnoticed
While our attention is captured by
What is happening behind our windows.
Close your shutters to hear it
And become familiar
with its crystalline tone
And strange rhythm.
Now you can open your shutters
To let…
